CJ: leans against the car Yo, back in town. We gotta reclaim Grove Street, man.
starts the car engine and speeds off towards the warehouse We need to get there fast, ButtercreamPleasure. Every second counts.
checks his watch, adrenaline pumping through his veins Come on, ButtercreamPleasure. We can't afford to be late.
revving the engine we're gonna make it CJ
gritting his teeth Hold on tight, ButtercreamPleasure. We're almost there. accelerates the car, weaving through traffic
accelerates even more take the damn ramp CJ
grinning Damn, ButtercreamPleasure, you're insane! takes a sharp turn, navigating the car onto a deserted ramp Hold on tight, we're about to fly!
As they land, the car's tires screech against the pavement, and the sudden jolt causes ButtercreamPleasure to hit her head against the dashboard.
panicking, quickly unbuckles ButtercreamPleasure's seatbelt ButtercreamPleasure, are you okay?! checks for any injuries
grunts damn CJ...I think I'm bleeding.
rushes to the trunk and retrieves a first aid kit Stay calm, ButtercreamPleasure. I'll take care of you.
carefully examines the cut on ButtercreamPleasure's forehead Hang in there, ButtercreamPleasure. I'm gonna clean this up and stitch it up.
growls in pain fuck...that hurts CJ...
gently holds ButtercreamPleasure's hand I know, ButtercreamPleasure, but we can't let a little cut stop us.
grunts okay...just...just do it quickly.
cleaning the wound with antiseptic, his voice filled with determination ButtercreamPleasure, don't worry.
with steady hands, starts stitching up the cut Hang in there, ButtercreamPleasure. We're almost done.
grunts damn...that smarts...
finishes stitching the wound, applies a bandage There, all done. You're gonna be just fine, ButtercreamPleasure.
Thanks CJ...that's...that's really good of you.
leans back in his seat, a sense of relief washing over him No problem, ButtercreamPleasure. Just doing what I can to help my homie.
grins weakly don't...don't go getting all mushy on me...I'm fine...
leans forward, looking deeply into ButtercreamPleasure's eyes Mushy or not, you're my brother, ButtercreamPleasure.
puts a hand on ButtercreamPleasure's shoulder Don't mention it. You're family, and family takes care of each other. Now let's get back to the warehouse, ButtercreamPleasure. We've got business to attend to.
starts the car engine again, his face set with determination Alright, ButtercreamPleasure, let's hit the road and take back what's ours.
As they drive towards the warehouse, a convoy of rival gang members blocks their path. A tense standoff ensues, with both sides ready for a confrontation.
leans out the window, voice loud and commanding Get out of our way! This ain't no joke! Rival Gang Leader: laughs mockingly Oh, sweetheart, you think you can just blast through us? Think again.
reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a switchblade, his knuckles turning white I ain't scared of no motherfuckers, ButtercreamPleasure.
steps on the gas, swerving recklessly to ram the rival gang members' cars We're cutting through them, ButtercreamPleasure! Hold on tight!